Brie And The Borrowed Blade Novels & Stories

“A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.” “Thank you.” Stefanie gripped the knife, then took Jaymes up on her suggestion and twisted her hair into a knot, securing the knife into the mass with the clip. She drew a deep breath. “I’m ready.” And she was. The group moved more quickly after that and she realized that they’d been adjusting their pace to hers. Minutes later, they reached a wide opening and her breath caught in surprise. There was nothing befo

Gad scolded and at the same consoles him “ I wish I was Rich ” Blaze said hiccuping “ in reality you are not ”.Gad reminded “ failed love is not a failed life ” Gad cooed “ this is one of life's blow at you , grab it and stand ,do not let it weigh you down ” Gad encouraged his heart broken Blaze . * Brookes home * A young girl stood in front of the Brooke's gate , pressing the bell once more , Rocky opens the gate “ How may i help you ? ” Rocky asks the teenage look alike of Violet . She was as pretty as her sister .

I scanned the rooftops, the alleyways, my senses still humming. A soft scrape of gravel to my left. Brielle materialized from behind a stack of corroded shipping containers, her rifle slung over her shoulder, her face pale in the moonlight but her eyes wide, searching mine. She didn't speak, just closed the distance quickly, her hand finding my arm, her touch a grounding wire.

His eyes were so sharp it alone was enough to convey that one wrong move from Marjorie would spell her death. Berry’s heart was beating fast, but he took an effort of fumbling on his pouch and was bemused. How did Briane manage to get a hold of his weapon when it’s safely hidden in his pouch? To make matters worst, he did it in mere seconds without him knowing. It’s then that he felt ashamed for underestimating him. “Is that all you can do?” said Marjorie with raised brows. With a hiss, Briane attempted to stab her, but a pebble hit his hand and the weapon plummeted out of sight.

The hum of conversation and clinking of glasses faded as we stepped into a more secluded part of the mansion. He pushed open a set of heavy wooden doors, revealing a hidden terrace that overlooked a sprawling garden. The air was thick, laced with the scent of jasmine and the distant salt of the ocean. Lanterns flickered along the stone pillars, casting long shadows that seemed to reach toward us. I swallowed, eyes darting around, my pulse quickening. The stillness of the terrace felt almost suffocating, and being alone with him in this secluded space felt like a dangerous game. "I can't marry this girl," he said bluntly, his voice low, rough.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

My treacherous mind jumps into conclusions, but I shake it off and walk faster, getting deeper into the forest until there’s only pitch black. Then, I feel a presence. I stop in my tracks. The silent forest suddenly comes to life. My vision adjusts just as I hear the noises, and as I listen to the footsteps advancing towards me, I see figures approaching from behind big trees. There’s about a dozen of them, all tall and big. I scan the area for Yana, but the only face I see is the one I want to badly to break. Brody. He comes forward along with his men, who he managed to hire somehow and for some reason. They are all bringing weapons, ranging from shotguns to knives and axes.

The weight of her mother's medical bills bore down on her, leaving her torn between her desperation and the unconventional proposition on the table. Felix watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. "I understand this isn't what you expected, Marianne. But I assure you, it's a straightforward arrangement. We'll be legally married, but our lives will remain separate. There won't be any emotional involvement. It's purely a business transaction." She clenched her fists, "Pay my mother's hospital bill first and I'll do it. I'll be your 'Bride for Rent'. Felix nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Agreed. We'll ensure your mother's hospital bills are taken care of immediatel